3pm Poem by Sheena Blackhall
3pm
3pm
On 3pm, a day of sunshine
As the world outside was busy
You entered it
The pain cut deep as a sword
How I screamed!
Your first sound
That of your mother screaming
On 3pm, a day of sunshine
As the world outside was busy
I opened the door to your flat
To find you had left it
The pain cut deep as a sword
How I screamed!
Did your dead ears hear it,
The sound of your mother screaming?
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